Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.